When the blunt speech brings grief and pain.

A high-souled king will scarcely thank

The man who shames his royal rank.

Five are the shapes that kings assume,

Of majesty, of grace, and gloom:

Like Indra now, or Agni, now

Like the dear Moon, with placid brow:

Like mighty Varuṇ now they show,

Now fierce as He who rules below.

O giant, monarchs lofty-souled